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summer relief

More digging through old boxes, throwing away piles of stuff (C says I'm being ruthless) but it's just time to let it all go. You know? Here's one thing, however, that I might keep for awhile, just because it reminds me of a guy I used to know. Guess who?

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  1. Anonymous10:00 am

    Wow ! Look at those eyes ! You should hang on to this one.

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  2. i totally know. that is what i am doing this weekend. the annual er or biannual purge. i do think you should hang onto that photo id. you look like one of the members of those highly-successful-but-one-hit-wonder brit boy bands of the 80s!
    whooo hooo!

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  3. Anonymous10:26 am

    Hot stuff!

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  4. I have a whole shoebox full of college IDs - somethings have to be kept for the next generation!
    Funny thing is it reminds me of a guy I used to know (not the same guy you referred to though!)

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  5. Hehe! fabulous! You should totally keep this! I found a very old passport of mine(I was looking to see if I had a passport to heaven like you, but I don't-boo!). The photo kind of freaks me out-I have no idea who that girl is! Maybe I will post it for you-it is scary!

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  6. Anonymous compliments to yourself? I think you got enough lady-blogger fans to do that for you.

    You kinda look like you were a creepy dude. Bet you were.

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  7. J -- what do you mean were?

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  8. I was the anonymous commenter! Thought it might give the hubby a thrill. Yes, he does look a little creepy, but he isn't (anymore).

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